The last thing the male flight attendant said to us before the plane finished taxiing to the gate in FRANCE (woot! i’m home!): “Please do us one favor by talking as loud as possible on your cell phones about things the rest of us don’t care about.” I chose not to call Dawg from the plane. 
Something I have learned: I am incapable of having an intelligent verbal conversation after being basically mute for the last 8 days.
Something else I have learned: I am never leaving the kitties again. Never, ever, never. Until next weekend when Dawg and I (and half the blogosphere) go to TequilaCon. Poor kitties. 
I guilt tripped the instructor: After asking for clarification about the laws of reporting child pornography found on computers I never asked another question in class. Yesterday during our “capture the flag” exercise the instructor came up to me and said, “you’ve been really quiet this week, how’s everything going?” ::blink blink:: Sometimes I think I’m Truman from The Truman Show. This was one of those moments. It’s not that I am egotistical, it just takes me by surprise when other people even bother to remember me.
Speaking of remembering, I was remembered at RagLan Road: I went into the gift shop at RR to look around for RR shot glasses (they don’t have any! what kind of redonkulousness is that?!). I went to the counter to pay for the one item I did want to buy and the guy behind the counter said he remembered me from my last visit. Why am I so memorable if I am not Truman? What the hell? There are, like, one billion-ish people walking through that gift shop in a 6-month period of time and yet he remembers me?
There are always presents for me when I return: One cat food throw-up and one furball throw-up. I’m sure if I look a little harder I’ll find a present from the third girl. So nice of them since I never bring them home anything! (I alllllllmost bought them cute Disney cat food dishes but I decided against it since they’re plastic and the vet recommends not giving plastic to Allie who has kitty acne.)
Celebration will occur: TODAY IS ALLIE’S BIRTHDAY! Thank you to Catster for reminding me. I’ve remembered about 20 times in the last two months but the day kinda crept up on me. I need to go to the store and buy party supplies. Party kitty in the house! (yes, Dawg and I will take photos.)
Wait. Was there not a PACKAGE waiting for you???
The package came through the magical door but I haven’t opened said package yet. I was exhausted when I got home. I’ll be opening it when Dawg is here.
HAPPY BIRFDAY TO SWEET BABY GIRL ALLIE!!!
Please give her extra cuddles from me and thank you for mentioning that you’ll be taking pictures so that I don’t have to nag you. 
I will give her extra cuddles if she lets me cuddle her today. Last night she was still mad.
So you’ve had long and hopefully enlightening training. Now you have to write a contribution paper to get your cert, right?
Or was this a cert for attendance?
I only have to write a paper if I go for the gold cert. I just do the silver cert, which means I take a big, long multiple choice exam (it used to be two exams, but they’ve been consolidated since all SANS exams are proctored now).
I do have a cert for 36 credits that says I attended the conference, but I’ll be taking the exam for GCIH as soon as possible.
Happy birthday Allie!
I love it when flight attendants have a sense of humor. Especially when it’s at annoying passengers’ expense.
I am late for the birthday wishes.
:(
Anyway, you CAN give her food in a plastic bowl, but you’d have to wash the thing every night after she eats. (I worked for a vet for years. He said we should wash the animals’ dishes as often as we do our own. Not gonna happen in my house, anyway!)